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Haytham Kenway

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May 5, 2017

I’ve finished reading “Forsaken” and because I’m a sucker for ConHayth ship, I was really annoyed with Lee being such a jerk whenever it came to Haytham’s feelings towards Connor. 

I imagine a scenario where three of them met in the same room to discuss their future plans regarding the fact that both Kenways were working together. Charles wasn’t very happy about it, to say the least. He tried to be as nonchalant as possible but failed. Lee started yelling at Connor, accusing him of being the biggest disappointment in his father’s life, mainly because he was jealous of him. Ratonhnhaké:ton got very angry but hurt at the same time ‘cause since he and Haytham engaged in intimate relationships, Assassin was always afraid of Templar getting tired of him eventually. 

However Connor didn’t have a chance to respond because the next moment Lee was slammed against the nearest wall by Haytham who gripped the hilt of the sword, staring at Charles angrily.


“One more word and you won’t be able to talk at all,” he hissed.

“But Sir, he is just a savage…”

“He is my son!” Haytham cut him off by pressing the end of the blade to his throat. “Now get out of here!”

Lee unwillingly obeyed, not wanting to angry the Grand Master even more.
Connor was very surprised to see his father being so pissed since he was more in control of his emotions of the two of them. But apart from that Assassin was very touched.

“Father…”

“Don’t listen to him,” Haytham whispered when he approached his son. “You’ll never be a failure to me,” he said before kissing Ratonhnhaké:ton gently – again, it was so not like his father. And Mohawk felt how his legs were melting as older Kenway hugged him tight, never breaking a tender yet passionate kiss. Connor could afford to be weak around Haytham, letting Templar push him down on the mattress, and by the way his father was covering his naked body with kisses later, it seemed like he was worshiping it, wanting Assassin so badly. 

Connor was used to the sensation of Haytham filling him up with his dick although today was different. For the first time he could see that his father really cared about him. Mohawk groaned as the head of the cock brushed over his prostate several times. His own member was hard as a rock and young man began to stroke it, enjoying the expression of pure pleasure that was written across his father’s face. It was enough to make Assassin cum on its own but then he heard Templar moaning, “Ratonhnhaké:ton!”

Haytham hasn’t called him by his real name in ages and now Connor was both confused and aroused, blushing from the fact how soft his name sounded on older man’s lips. 

But that wasn’t all. When Haytham was about to come, he hid his face in the crook of his son’s neck and mumbled, “I love you, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

Young Kenway realized that his eyes started watering. 

“Konnorónhkwa, Raké:ni,” he whimpered in response before cumming, feeling his father finding his own release inside of him, kissing Assassin’s dry lips lightly.

“I hope you enjoyed the show, Charles,” Haytham taunted, looking over his shoulder where Templar was standing in shock. He returned to apologize but didn’t expect to see this. He rushed to disappear instantly, slamming the door behind him. 

“I guess now he knows what you mean to me and won’t bother us ever again,” older Kenway smirked. 

“I hope so,” Connor chuckled, kissing Haytham, never being happier than he was right now.

Confession [@madamretto]
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April 26, 2017

‘So, my 18th B-day is coming up soon (April 26) and my birthday wish is for both Haytham and Shay to both bend me over and do me hard… Although I most certainly wouldn’t mind a visit from any other assassins or templars that found their way to where Haytham, Shay and I were celebrating…

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Buon compleanno from all of us at La Rosa in Fiore!

Get ready to savour that templar cake ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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April 13, 2017

‘I’m so down for some consensual non-consent (aka rape play) with Haytham. Me, a young assassin that has fallen hopelessly in love with the Templar grand master. That would be our little game. He’d hunt me down, take me back to his headquarters, tie me down, and fuck me mercilessly, only to let me go to play again the next day.’

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April 10, 2017

You know what ladies? I think Haytham keeps his composure all too well. I just want to ravish that man and break his mask. Preferably in the public. Imagine pushing his limits with “innocent” touches, looks and overflowingly sexual action, like sucking your own fingers, because you accidentally got some sweet on them. And when he finally breaks, he pushes you to the side, against a wall and tells you to stay silent.

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April 8, 2017

I want Haytham to teach Connor how to pleasure the girl in a right way. Of course I volunteer to be, let’s say, a test subject. I’m lying on the bed naked with the Templar giving his son some guidance on how he should eat me out. The young Mohawk starts with teasing my nipples one by one and the heat of his mouth makes me give a feeble but lewd moan while my hand is clenching in his long dark hair. What excites me more is the fact that Haytham is watching us, palming himself through the pants, barely able to contain himself and this means a lot to me ‘cause I’m aware of his amazing self-control. Then Connor reaches my inner thighs, covering them in kisses and hickeys as I feel myself getting wet, desperate to be touched somewhere else. His father tells him where the assassin’s mouth must belong and I cry out when young Kenway decides to follow Haytham’s orders, licking my pussy with his oh-so-gifted tongue. I’m close to cumming but the Templar doesn’t let his son finish the job, dragging him away by the shoulder. I’m displeased – however, not for long because after that Haytham kisses Connor passionately, tasting my juices on his son’s lips.


Only by looking at this forbidden union I almost cum without even touching myself. The Assassin groans in the man’s mouth and I can’t take it anymore. I ask Connor to come to me so I can grab his huge cock and put it into my greedy cunt, making him gasp while his father stands near my head, letting me know what I need to do. When I moan again from the Mohawk’s powerful thrusts, Haytham pushes his thick dick between my lips. I can’t be more eager to suck on it, waiting for my orgasm to take over me. I scratch Connor’s ass with my nails and hear him roar like an animal while pumping the Templar’s cock with my other hand. The Assassin cums first, biting my neck in order to suppress a loud groan, and the realization of having his seed inside my pussy also brings me over the edge. I try not to sink my teeth into Haytham’s member, giving him a few more seconds to find his release inside my throat. I swallow everything, smiling dirty, wishing we could have more nights like this.

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March 28, 2017

Haytham definitely has a thing for skirts. Don’t fight me on this. I’d wear one to visit him at his office, wearing a skimpy lace thong underneath. Every time I’d bend over, I could hear Haytham suck in a breath at the subtle peak underneath the skirt. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he’d bend me over his desk, push up the skirt, and take me from behind. Ohhhh my god the things I would do for that man.

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March 8, 2017

‘Haytham behind me kissing my neck and Shay kneeling in front of me. Haytham’s cock sliding through my squeezed together thighs into Shay’s mouth again and again, rubbing me in all the right ways.’

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March 6, 2017

‘I love to imagine being fucked by Connor and Haytham in Haytham’s office. I’d call him ‘sir’ and Connor would call him ‘father’. Haytham would take his time preparing me, until I was begging for more, then he’d fuck me from behind while I sucked Connor’s cock. Then, he’d do the same to Connor while I watched.’

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March 2, 2017

Haytham Kenway and I had gone to the Royal Opera House to see one play or another. Not that it mattered, because within no time Haytham had me distracted, running his hand up my thigh. I swatted him away, but he kept returning it. I shot him a death glare, but the bastard merely smirked, and pretended he was paying attention to the play. Huffing, I turned my attention back as well, only now the smug ass was busying himself with discretely pulling up my skirts. It was at that moment that I was actually glad for him being some high and mighty patrician and getting us a private box. Not wanting to disturb anyone else, I looked at him and pleaded with my eyes for him to stop. He ceased his hand, and lifted an eyebrow. I knew that if I really wanted him to stop, he would. He also knew I never would. With a huff I sank a bit in my chair, and the scumbag gleamed in victory. He proceeded to hitch my skirts up, and placed his hand on my thigh once more. I tried to focus on the play and not on the hand that was caressing my inner thigh, and was inching higher and higher. But then he started to rub his thumb up and down, just an inch away from where I needed him. I gave up, and looked at him. He smiled that predatory smile of his, and gestured to his lap. My eyes widened.

He didn’t mean to actually have sex here, right?! I mean, hand stuff, maybe mouth stuff, fair enough, but actually going all the way? Haytham didn’t give me a chance to decide, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his lap. I tried to glare at him, but he merely grabbed me by the chin and kissed me, whilst simultaneously sliding his forefinger inside me and grazing my clit with his thumb. I instinctively bit down to try and muffle a moan, but bit his lip instead, which in turn made him moan. I lifted my eyebrow at him, this would definitely be something worth exploring further some other time. Instead, I just kissed him again whilst grinding down on his hand. As he kept fingering me slowly and expertly, I fiddled around, trying to open his belt and trousers. His free hand, that had been on my back slipped down to join mine and help me along.

When his cock was finally freed, Haytham quickly pushed me off his lap, turned me around to face the stage and sank me back down, straight onto his member. I threw my head back and fought with all my might to hold back a moan, and succeeded. Haytham began to move, and I with him. We built up a smooth pace, fast enough to give us both a lot of pressure, but slow enough to not attract too much attention. I got close fast, the excitement of the possibility of getting caught really pushing the right buttons.

It was then that Haytham grabbed my chin once more and directed me to look across the room to the balconies on the other side. “Well take a look at that, love. Seems we have our own little audience,” he grunted softly in my ear. It took me some time, but indeed, some theatre-goer had his eyes not set on the stage, but on us. I shuddered and clenched down hard, coming right there and then, and Haytham fast behind me. Since then, visits to the opera became a weekly occurrence.

Ah damn, I reached 600 words, so had to cut it short. My bad!

Confession [@chrisfoxman]


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February 22, 2017

Shay kneeling in front of Haytham, now that would be a sight to remember, if you know what I mean. 😉

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